Loves Labour Lost by William Shakespeare
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your olde time, which we may name tough
Brag. Pretty and apt Boy. How meane you sir, I pretty, and my saying apt? or I apt, and my saying prettie? Brag. Thou pretty because little Boy. Little pretty, because little: wherefore apt? Brag. And therefore apt, because quicke Boy. Speake you this in my praise Master? Brag. In thy condigne praise Boy. I will praise an Eele with the same praise Brag. What? that an Eele is ingenuous Boy. That an Eele is quicke Brag. I doe say thou art quicke in answeres. Thou heat'st my bloud Boy. I am answer'd sir Brag. I loue not to be crost Boy. He speakes the meere contrary, crosses loue not him Br. I haue promis'd to study iij. yeres with the Duke |
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